“My king, I just received a mind link. Gamma Dante has returned… and he is with the escaped rogue.”
Beta Conall’s voice was steady, but Damon immediately heard the urgency beneath it. Damon slowly lifted his gaze from the parchments spread across his desk.
Being the Rogue King was nothing like the stories told by ordinary packs. There were no golden thrones, no grand halls decorated with banners, and no proud kingdom displayed openly for the world to see. There was stone. Shadows. Secrecy. And the constant burden of keeping wolves alive who had nowhere else to go.
Most packs still believed rogues were scattered, lawless creatures who wandered without leadership, attacking whenever instinct demanded it. Very few knew the truth—that rogues had built their own hierarchy. They had warriors,
